gesine - Hello Poetry

Love-shaped in the forest womb I kept my eyes on You. I’ve spent so long proving myself but it turns out you can’t earn sainthood after all; to be alone in the dark is to be yourself.

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Aug 14, 2013

Aug 14, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC

gesine

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Love-shaped in the forest womb I kept my eyes on You. I’ve spent so long proving myself but it turns out you can’t earn sainthood after all; to be alone in the dark is to be yourself.

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Together as we lay down where time begins Where time has gone a limb sprouts from a pear Our kisses taught us all the outs and ins Coming and going always found us there To hold back is to touch as touchers know Where time renews a trunk sprouts from a limb Such growing backwards taught our bodies so To lose a him in her and her in him Time gathers to a pause where trunk strikes ground There is a double speed in going slow We stopped to find our coming turned around A pear was what we were where we would go The seed is in the ground all come to kiss Where time stops we lie down no end to this

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Oct 29, 2012

Oct 29, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC

gesine

Together We Lay Down by Robert Pack

Together as we lay down where time begins Where time has gone a limb sprouts from a pear Our kisses taught us all the outs and ins Coming and going always found us there To hold back is to touch as touchers know Where time renews a trunk sprouts from a limb Such growing backwards taught our bodies so To lose a him in her and her in him Time gathers to a pause where trunk strikes ground There is a double speed in going slow We stopped to find our coming turned around A pear was what we were where we would go The seed is in the ground all come to kiss Where time stops we lie down no end to this

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I always thought I'd fall in love with a poet A man who loved me almost as much as he loved words Who composed verses in his head While ******* my ear with his tongue Instead, I fell in love with a fisherman with crackerjack hands and icy morals An Othello, not an Orsino He loves me more than he loves love Because we don't always fall in love with ourselves Thank God.

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Oct 27, 2012

Oct 27, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC

gesine

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I always thought I'd fall in love with a poet A man who loved me almost as much as he loved words Who composed verses in his head While ******* my ear with his tongue Instead, I fell in love with a fisherman with crackerjack hands and icy morals An Othello, not an Orsino He loves me more than he loves love Because we don't always fall in love with ourselves Thank God.

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there are bubbles on your eyelashes and air in your cheeks your hair moves without you i stare at you when you’re not looking but you only want to read what i write when it’s about you i hold your hand under the water i want to stay down here with you but i can’t stop myself from floating it makes me sad how much better we are when we’re not ourselves but i’ll do anything to be happy

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Oct 25, 2012

Oct 25, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC

gesine

underair

there are bubbles on your eyelashes and air in your cheeks your hair moves without you i stare at you when you’re not looking but you only want to read what i write when it’s about you i hold your hand under the water i want to stay down here with you but i can’t stop myself from floating it makes me sad how much better we are when we’re not ourselves but i’ll do anything to be happy

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everlasting awe a dance when sighted across the street goodness, trust, virginity stars and heights and depths breathless, breathtaking words late night is the only time to talk smilekissing he sun she moon one earth the ********** of thoughts the licking of dreams youth, old age, immortality afterthoughts of bliss

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC

gesine

love should be:

everlasting awe a dance when sighted across the street goodness, trust, virginity stars and heights and depths breathless, breathtaking words late night is the only time to talk smilekissing he sun she moon one earth the ********** of thoughts the licking of dreams youth, old age, immortality afterthoughts of bliss

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